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When Da Played the Fiddle
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When Da Played the Fiddle |
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Denali Silverwolf Junior Member
since 2000-07-29
Posts 11 |
This poem is dedicated to my great aunt Kate, a woman I never met, but strongly admire. At the age of 19, just after the deaths of her parents, she left Ireland and sailed to America on her own, an incredible fear for a woman in her day. From the stories I've heard about her, she was an incredible woman who's strength surported my family in the worst of times. Many years ago back in old Cork County, Three older sisters, and me just a lass, I never had to much, but the best times in my life Were when Da played his fiddle And Mother would dance Well, I shared a big bed with all of my giggling sisters, Days, they were filled with many a task. Daddy worked real hard, but the best times in his life Were when he played his fiddle And Mother would dance Well, we always had supper on the table, Daddy did his best so we could eat Though we had no palace, our home, it was warm, And Mom did her best to keep our house neat. Well, one year we had a harsh, bitter winter, Da caught a fever, and sadly he passed. Ma was never the same ‘cuse the best times in her life Were when Da played his fiddle And she would dance Now I’m all grown up, and I’m just one sister, Mom left us soon after daddy passed, And I still haven’t much, but I live with the memory, Of when Da played his fiddle, and Mother would dance. |
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doreen peri Member Elite
since 1999-05-25
Posts 3812Virginia |
a poignant piece of wisdom in verse.... i can hear the music... this is lyrics....  nice to meet you |
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